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Jan 26 2017
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The Women's March on Washington Was Peak D.C.

I was born in Washington, D.C., at the private, non-profit Columbia Hospital for Women in 1985. Originally founded in 1866 as a charitable hospital for the desperate, pregnant wives of missing Civil War soldiers, the hospital closed permanently in 2002—you can currently buy a one-bedroom condo for $650K in the

Dec 21 2016
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The Year of Relativity

I don’t much believe in year-end reviews. I find them useful in terms of anecdotal evidence—there are only so many think pieces captioned, “THIS,” one can read before succumbing to bewildered numbness—but as a genre, I, like many others, find them fatally flawed. And often... dumb?

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Dec 8 2016
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The Hierarchy of Me, as Chosen by You<em></em>

I don’t do self-reflection very well. I’ve always been pretty content to just be me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m afraid to look below this house of horrors mirrored existence or because I’m lazy. Also emotional breakthroughs feel like childbirth to me—they’re painful and exhausting and I’m stuck caring for a

Nov 14 2016
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Don't Tell Me How to Be a Woman

I have a sun inside my chest. As far as I can tell, it’s been there since birth. It’s grown larger over the years, expanding in fits and starts until it’s as much a part of me as bone and blood and meat.

Sep 15 2016
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The Aftermath

I’m braiding the hair of a woman who disinvited me from her wedding when it occurs to me I’m not good at boundaries. She’s seated on a twin bed with a white, raised-pattern coverlet while I stand behind her, thin blond hair limp in my outstretched fingers. The chatter from our mutual group of friends, gathered to

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Jul 2 2016
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Day 1.

I’m written out. I’ll be spending the month of July drawing or painting my depression and sharing my really very quite good art on here and every other social media platform. Share yours if you feel so inspired.

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Mar 20 2016
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The Justice System Hates Women And We Should Never Forget It

Last week Erin Andrews was awarded $55 million of the $75 million civil lawsuit she filed against a stalker who secretly recorded her naked body as she stayed at a Nashville Marriott hotel; the owner of the hotel was also included in the suit. As the sportscaster openly wept during the retelling of her experience, an

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